

Intro
Key machine humming behind the counter glass
Every copy I cut got a story attached
Nobody asks how I'm holding, they just hand me the brass
Verse 1
Tuesday shift at Odom's Hardware, register light
Cut a spare for the barber, one for the widow on the right
She don't trust her nephew, slides it 'cross like it's fine
Says keep the copy too son, case I don't answer in time
Third floor tenant's got a leak he don't want in the file
Landlord skims the deposits, been ghosting him a while
I fix the trap myself, WD-40 and a wrench
Charge him nothing but a coffee and a Sunday on the bench
Everybody's got a version of me in their pocket
Spare key, spare ear, spare hands when they can't lock it
I never learned to lean, learned to be the leaning post
My uncle taught me quiet 'fore the county shipped him coast to coast
Said a man who talks his weight just spreads it thin
Better carry it silent, better keep it hid within
So I smile at the counter, ring the register slow
Pocket full of keys and a back that nobody sees bow
Chorus
Weight I carry quiet
No parade, no title
I just hold the door up
Weight I carry quiet
Verse 2
October night Ms. Odell's stove hissing blue
Called me 'fore she called the gas line, said hurry, please, come through
I climbed the fire escape, third floor, window jammed with rust
Kicked it soft not hard, didn't want her waking up in dust
Shut the valve with a towel wrapped around my wrist
Sat with her till sunrise, held the flashlight, made a list
Landlord never knew, inspector never came
I signed no paper, wasn't looking for the fame
Monday she tried to pay me, folded twenty in my palm
Told her keep it for the pharmacy, keep her hands calm
Word got round the building, they started leaving notes
Under my door like prayers, like I'm the one who floats
But at home my own pipes rattling, my own lights dim
Ain't nobody climbing fire escapes for him
I carry every fix but forget how to be fixed
Learned to love in service, never learned the way it sticks
Chorus
Weight I carry quiet
No parade, no title
I just hold the door up
Weight I carry quiet
Bridge
Told my girl last winter, said I'm tired of the load
She said you never told me, you just disappear down the road
I said quiet was protection, she said quiet build a wall
Now I'm learning how to hand somebody a key at all
First time in eleven years I let a door stay locked
Let another man's leak run till the morning, and it shocked
Something loose in my chest when I finally let it drop
Still don't know if that's healing or if that's just where I stopped
Outro
Key machine still humming, but I cut one for
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 4:00 — Hip-Hop (trap), confident, menacing swagger, modern trap hi-hats, 808 sub-bass, rattling trap hi-hats, moody synth pad, sparse piano stabs, F minor, aggressive rapid-fire rap with gritty ad-libs
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